If Magneto Were an Ordinary Girl

I have magnets embedded in my fingers.  Tiny yet powerful metallic pearls are in each of my fingertips, creating an imaginary disruptive pull that corrupts all things electronic or even modern.  It is like my heart is made of aluminum and my capillaries copper, but my fragile glass hands and plastic butterfingers interrupt the flow and break everything imaginary.  That is why technology and I are at odds.  We are arch nemesis because we repel each other stronger and definitively.

When I am around other people with their phones, computers, cameras, smart anything, I have to remember to keep my hands closed as to not disrupt their virtual communications.  If the word gets out about my tremendously terrible affect on all things technological, I will loose all friends, both real and imaginary.

This is why when you see me, my hands are clutched, straining to keep the world in virbatious and magnetic order.

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